"Come on, come on, harder, harder!" Isabelle urges.
"I-I'm trying… I can't hit any harder than this…!" Chris pants.
He keeps unleashing katana strikes one after another without pause, but Isabelle blocks them effortlessly with her bare hand.
"But when that succubus is begging you to hit her harder, you don't seem to complain this much!"
Oh shit… did she hear that too? Yeah, when we get back home, I'm officially screwed!
Isabelle shatters Chris's blade with a sharp strike of her knuckles, then drives a punch straight into his stomach, sending him flying backward.
A sharp stab of pain rips through his body, as if that blow might make him vomit up his organs. Even so, he gets back on his feet, and the blood stops gushing from his mouth.
"So you can still regenerate. Perfect."
"Y-You hit me that hard without even being sure?!"
